"Vivi Sawin"

Mom of 2, daughter, sister, friend, fière francophone, and proud 🇨🇦. That's me in a nutshell. (Views expressed are my own).

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@DrvanNostrand39 Unreal. She better be found guilty! A voice told her to kill her children...give me a f'n break!

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@PierrePoilievre I still don't like you, but was able to read this entire post of yours and agree with most of it. Thank you for ditching the slogans and the attacks on our Prime Minister this time and standing up for our country. 🇨🇦 Now is not the time for divisive politics. Unity is key.

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@SeanMahara11211 Bruhhh...the statement was posted in both official languages (as it always is). 🙄

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@oldguy_steve Not sure why so many people think this story is fake? I've seen this happen many times. Total confusion on young cashiers' faces when you give them more $ with the purpose of getting bills instead of a bunch of coins in change. Why are kids not being taught this in school?

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Not sure if this story was AI generated or not, but it is beautiful, sad, and surely reflective of how some teachers must feel at times. My mother, a teacher for over 30 years, in the end, was relieved to retire given that things had started changing, and not for the better. 😢

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Jerseygirl #FBR 🟧 @gggirl924]

Anyone else tired of him besides me?

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@AnaPoilievre Ugh...here we go again. 🤢

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@MarcNixon24 @DrvanNostrand39 He thanked them while checking his notes. 😂 His vocabulary is so limited, and his little banter is cringey. This meeting wasn't about Canada or the aid it provides to Ukraine, it was about EU leaders being there to support Zelensky and to speak to Europe's overall security.

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@Lady_FanAccount This song takes me back. 🎶 Always have to turn up the volume when it plays.

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@DrvanNostrand39 Agreed. Cancel culture IS out of hand. I am not saying Canadians need to or should "cancel" Wayne Gretzky, that would just be dumb. But at the same time, he can't be crying about how hurt he is over Canadians' recent comments when he's consorting with Trump (aka the enemy).

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@LibertyCappy I agree! A 30% tip? I don't think so. In Canada, most servers earn the minimum wage, which is $17.20/hour in Ontario + their tips. A 15-20% tip is more than enough.

[The Daily Show @TheDailyShow]

If Trump is wondering who made the "terrible" deal with Canada, maybe he should look in the mirror

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@JustinTrudeau I've not always agreed with your or your government's decisions/actions; however, I can say I have never questioned your love for Canada. No human being (except for maybe Trump) deserves the vile attacks/vitriol you've endured for many years. Thank you for your service to 🇨🇦.

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@TheB1GB @PierrePoilievre I feel sick just listening to him speak. His arrogance, his stupid slogans, the endless finger-pointing/blaming, etc. He is a fake and a narcissist. Loves to make big promises without any sort of explanation as to "how" he will get anything done. #PierrePoilievreIsLyingToYou

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@joncoopertweets He is beyond deranged, he is evil incarnate.

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@DrvanNostrand39 No skin off my back. I just feel for the CRA program staff that will have to deal with yet another tax measure and, of course, the poor businesses that need to try and figure out how to implement this temporary tax
break.

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@HeidiOCanada Yes, and that personality defect is called NARCISSISM!

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@AGT Another big disappointment! America gets it wrong...AGAIN! 😡 I feel terrible for the truly talented individuals that were on the show.

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@marlene4719 Amen sister! I've never hated someone I have never even met so much in my entire life! I am from Canada and only wish I was able to cast a vote against him. Shame on any woman (or any person for that matter) who supports this narcissist, liar, felon, idiot, etc. #Trumpmustgo